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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 32
THE WEDDING PARTY AND NIGHT OF SUSPICIONSThe wedding party was in full swing. People were dancing and having a good time. I watched as my sister, Rosy, jumped up from her chair and ran over to Kim, Lysander’s second Loyal man after Dante."Dance with me, Kim?" Rosy asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.Kim's lips curved into a smirk. "As if I could refuse you, little wildflower."I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as I watched Rosy dance. She always seemed so carefree, even at a formal event like this. Across the room, I saw Dorian. He was charming the other guests with his easy smile and quick wit.Soon, it was my turn to dance again. Lysander's father led me onto the dance floor. After that, I was passed from one man to another. Their faces all blurred together. I could feel Lysander's gaze burning into me the whole time, even when he was dancing with other women.When I was dancing with a man named Marcello, he leaned in close and murmured, "You wear the mask of a happy
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THE WEDDING NIGHTAva and I walked back to the party. The music was loud, and people were laughing. Kim was there, watching us. Ava glared at him."Does Lysander need you for everything?" she snapped. "Or can he at least take a piss on his own?"Kim didn't look upset. He just said calmly, "Lysander is the groom and needs to attend to the guests."I didn't look at Kim. I was already thinking about Lysander and what would happen next. Ava was angry, but I stayed quiet.As soon as we got back to the party, Lysander's eyes found me. Some people were really drunk now. I even saw a few swimming in the pool with their clothes on.Lysander held out his hand to me. "Where were you?" he asked."I just needed a moment to myself," I said softly, trying not to sound scared.Lysander kept staring at me, but then someone brought out our wedding cake. It was huge, with six layers and peach-colored flowers. Everyone gathered around to watch us cut it.Lysander and I did the cake-cutting thing that all
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THE BEDROOM CONFRONTATIONMy heart hammered against my ribs, but that spark of defiance refused to be extinguished. "Haven't you ever heard the word 'no' before?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly but gaining strength with each word.A cruel smile played at the corners of Lysander's mouth. "Oh, I hear it often," he said, his tone casual but laced with menace. "The guy whose throat I crushed, he said it over and over and over again until he couldn't say it anymore."His words sent ice through my veins, but I couldn't back down now. "So you're going to crush my throat too?" I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.Lysander's smile widened, cold and predatory. "No, that would defy the purpose of our marriage, don't you think?"I scrambled for something, anything to say that might protect me. "I don't think my father would be happy if you hurt me," I blurted out. Even as I spoke, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. Would my father truly care if I was hurt, as long as it didn't
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BOUND BY BLOOD, SEALED IN FEARI stared at the door, my heart pounding. For a fleeting moment, I considered making a run for it. But reality quickly crushed that hope. Even if I managed to get out of the room, where would I go? This was Lysander's territory. His people. His world.The sound of rustling fabric drew my attention back to Lysander. He was removing his vest, his movements deliberate and controlled. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what lay beneath - an arsenal of weapons. But it was the curved blade, a karambit knife, that made my blood run cold."What are you doing?" I whispered, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.Lysander's eyes met mine, dark and unreadable. Without a word, he brought the knife to his arm. I watched in horror as he drew the blade across his skin, a thin line of red welling up in its wake."Lysander, stop!" I cried out, taking an involuntary step forward.But he wasn't listening. With an almost casual air, he moved to the bed, smearing his bl
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KYLIE'S TEARS AND LYSANDER'S OATHWithout warning, Lysander reached for the lamp. The room plunged into darkness, and I felt the bed dip as he lay down beside me. I clung to the edge of the mattress, my body rigid with tension. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of our breathing.As I lay there, my mind raced with thoughts of my new reality. This was to be my life now - married to a man I barely knew, a man whose very presence filled me with dread. How did it come to this? My father, the man who was supposed to protect me, had handed me over to Lysander like a bargaining chip. For what? Power? Money? The thought made me sick.I thought of my childhood dreams, of finding love and building a life with someone who cherished me. Those dreams now seemed like cruel jokes, shattered by the harsh reality of my arranged marriage. Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and insistent. I tried to hold them back, but the dam of emotions I had been holding at bay all day final
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THE WEIGHT OF TRADITIONSunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred, trying to stretch, but a heavy arm was thrown across my waist, and a firm chest pressed against my back. Panic fluttered in my stomach as the events of yesterday rushed back. I am married now to Lysander.“Good, you’re awake,” he said, his voice gruff with sleep. I froze, suddenly hyper-aware of him.Lysander. My husband. The reality hit me like a cold splash of water. He hadn’t consummated our marriage. I opened my eyes, catching sight of him propped up on one elbow, his intense gaze sweeping over my face. His hand gripped my hip possessively, and I felt the heat radiating from him, even though our bodies weren’t touching. I wondered what he was thinking.In the sunlight, the scars on his skin were less prominent than I remembered. His muscles were impressive, and I found myself wondering how they would feel to the touch. It was strange being in bed with him, but I tried to pus
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UNSPOKEN RULES OF THE MAFIA“How am I supposed to believe you can convince everyone we’ve consummated our marriage when you keep flinching away from my touch?”“Believe me, the flinching will make everyone believe the lie even more. I definitely wouldn’t have stopped flinching away from your touch if you’d taken what’s yours. The more I flinch, the more they will see you as the monster you want them to think you are.”Lysander chuckled, the sound low and amused. “I think you might know more about playing the game of power than I expected.”I shrugged. “My father is Consigliere.”He tilted his head, acknowledging my words. Then he brought his hand up to cup my face. “What I meant earlier was that your face doesn’t look like you’ve been kissed.”My eyes widened. “I’ve never…” But of course he knew that already.His lips collided with mine, and my palms instinctively came up against his chest. I didn’t push him away. His tongue teased my lips, demanding entrance. I hesitated, but then I
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A NEW REALITYAva's eyes met mine, confusion replacing anger for a moment. I tugged her toward the bathroom, desperate for a moment of privacy. As soon as the door closed behind us, Ava rounded on me."Kylie, what the hell is going on? Did he hurt you? I swear I'll kill him if he—""No, Ava, stop," I interrupted, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's not what you think. Lysander... he didn't touch me."Ava's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? But the sheets..."I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confession. "It wasn't my blood. Lysander... he cuts himself. To protect me."The silence that followed was deafening. Ava stared at me, her mouth hanging open in shock. "He... what? Why would he do that?"I shook my head, still struggling to understand it myself. "I don't know. But he did. I'm still... I'm still a virgin, Ava."My sister's face cycled through a range of emotions—confusion, relief, and then suspicion. "Kylie, are you sure? This doesn't make any sense. Why would Lysa
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LOVE CONFESSIONS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER “It’s not a matter of wanting, Lysander. I couldn’t just decide to stop loving you if I tried.”He nodded, a shadow of understanding flickering across his face. “And you hate that you love me. You’ve said that before.”“No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of each word. “Not anymore. I know exactly who you are. You’re not a good man — never have been. I knew that from the start, and I don’t care. I should care. I should lose sleep over it, feel guilty for being okay with my husband running one of the most dangerous and ruthless crime syndicates in the country. But I don’t. What does that make me?” I looked down at my hands, the very hands that had gripped a gun just days ago, fingers that had pulled a trigger without hesitation, without even a shiver of regret. “I killed a man, Lysander. And I don’t feel sorry. Not even a little. I’d do it all over again.” My gaze lifted, meeting his. “What does that make me, Lysander? I’m like yo
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KYLIE'S TREATMENT I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, its soft sheets a surprising contrast to the deep ache that pulsed through every inch of me. My head felt thick, as if stuffed with cotton, and each breath seemed to move through a fog of lingering pain. Blinking through the haze, my gaze drifted to the side, and I found Ava lying there, curled up and fast asleep. Light was spilling into the room, hinting that several hours had passed since the chaos of last night.Ava had a dark bruise swelling across her forehead, a stark reminder of the violence we’d both endured. But I was sure I looked worse. Attempting to sit up, I was rewarded with a fierce, tearing pain in my shoulder, a reminder of the bullet that had torn into my flesh. Looking down, I saw my upper arm and shoulder neatly wrapped in layers of bandages, evidence of Lysander’s insistence that I be taken care of.A soft murmur from Ava broke the silence, her eyes fluttering open. Upon seeing me, a look of relief washed over her
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THE CAPTIVE KYLIE “As in, Kylie Vincenzo?” the man sneered, his smile as sharp as a knife.I nodded, resisting the impulse to look away. There was no use denying who I was; they’d only use it against me. The man barked something in Russian, and the others erupted into coarse laughter, their eyes leering over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.“Where are the others?” His gaze slid over me with a lazy malice. “Your shadow and the children?”It took me a second to grasp who he meant by 'shadow' - my protector, always near. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice even. “I don’t know,” I replied.His answer was a brutal kick to Ava, who lay crumpled on the floor nearby. She screamed, the sound shredding through the thick tension. Her wide, pleading eyes met mine, silently begging me not to give them anything. But how could I just watch as they hurt her?The muffled echo of voices and gunfire grew louder, filtering in from outside. The Russian leader grabbed me, yanking me close u
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THE SYNDICATE BLOODY ATTACK Ava’s words cut deep. “I’m not like you, Kylie. You’re eager to please him, to do anything he says. I’m not like that. I won’t submit to anyone.”I flinched, her bitterness hitting me like a slap. Ava had never spoken to me this way, her usual warmth replaced by a steely, almost furious glare that sent chills down my spine. Before I could respond, she stood up abruptly, her movements sharp and agitated. I reached out, hoping to calm her, but she yanked her arm out of my grasp, her body tense with barely restrained anger."Just leave me alone, Kylie,” she hissed. “I can’t talk to you right now." With a final look that was equal parts hurt and fury, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her silhouette disappearing towards the beach. I stood frozen, torn between following her and giving her the space she clearly wanted. But as I weighed my options, Chaol appeared from the shadows, watching her leave.“No, let her go,” I said softly, raising a hand to stop h
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PETER VINCENZO'S FUNERAL The sky over New York was cloaked in thick, somber clouds, dark and heavy, almost as if in mourning. Yet, no rain fell. It was as though the heavens themselves were holding back, leaving a stifling stillness hanging over the cemetery. This weather suited the occasion too perfectly, as if nature itself paid homage to Peter Vincenzo, whose influence had been both feared and revered in New York's underworld. Today, a silent gathering of the city's elite, powerful Mafia families, and high-ranking members from the Chicago Outfit filled the cemetery, all drawn here by tradition, respect, or perhaps simple obligation.A tension hung in the air, barely masked by the solemnity of the occasion. The perimeter of the cemetery had been secured, a tight ring of soldiers ensuring the Syndicate didn't dare encroach upon this delicate moment. Both New York and Chicago had made a calculated risk in allowing so many high-ranking members to attend the funeral, a meeting of vulne
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COLD MOMENTS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER As I lay in bed, staring into the shadows, sleep eluded me entirely. The emptiness of the space beside me felt almost tangible. For the past three days, Lysander and I had barely spoken, a thick tension hanging between us since that last, heated argument. Despite that, each night, without fail, we’d drifted into sleep side by side, gravitating toward each other in the dark. It was a silent truce, one we both respected in the quiet hours of the night, but as soon as morning broke, the distance between us returned like an unyielding tide. Tonight, though, that warmth was gone, and the cool sheets seemed to press into me, reminding me of his absence. I missed his touch, his breath, the steady beat of his heart lulling me to sleep. I missed him even in ways I hated to admit — to myself, or to him. I could almost feel the weight of his hand on my waist, guiding me into a deep slumber. Yet, here I was, alone, my body yearning in a way that I didn’t
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AVA AND DORIAN IMMINENT UNION: KYLIE'S DISAPPROVAL The elevator doors opened, and Lysander stepped into the penthouse. His gaze shifted from Kim to me, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.“He’s here. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ended the call, my heart racing with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. I hadn’t thought I could feel hatred for Lysander again, but in that moment, I wanted to make him hurt the way I was hurting.I stormed inside, my fists clenched as I advanced toward him. Lysander’s calm gaze tracked my movements, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t move to stop me. The lack of reaction fueled my rage, and before I knew it, my fists were pounding against his chest.Lysander’s expression shifted, his body tensing in shock. Behind him, I saw Kim rise from the sofa, unsure of whether he should intervene. But Lysander didn’t need help with me; he was far stronger, and in a moment, he had both my wrists locked in one hand.“Kylie, what the hell—”I didn’t let him finish, je
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KYLIE AND LYSANDER BROMANCE CONTINUES TO GROW STRONG...Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he drew back, leaving me breathless and trembling. With a gentle but insistent motion, he shifted me beneath him, his gaze softening as he whispered, “Let me take care of you.” He guided himself against me, pausing to meet my eyes as he began to move slowly, allowing me to adjust to the fullness. His touch was unhurried, each movement careful as he eased me into a steady rhythm, coaxing the tension from my body.He murmured softly, his words both soothing and deeply possessive. "I need you close, principessa. Your warmth, your touch — it’s everything."Gradually, he picked up the pace, sensing my growing comfort, and his hand moved to stroke me gently, sending shivers through my body. The mix of pleasure and intensity left me breathless, and soon, I felt myself tipping over the edge once again, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I let go.When he finally released, he stayed close, h
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KYLIE'S FIRST NIGHT WITH LYSANDER As their eyes met, Kylie felt her breath catch. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and need.Lysander traced a finger down her bare skin, moving unhurriedly, savoring each soft gasp she made. "You really want this, Kylie?" His voice held a rough, unyielding edge, yet beneath it, something gentle shimmered."Yes," she managed, her voice barely more than a murmur.He didn’t give in immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her as his lips pressed against her inner thigh, coaxing a shudder from deep within her. His mouth brushed over her, tantalizing, each touch sending sparks racing through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t take another second of his restraint."Patience," he growled softly, easing a finger into her slowly. His thumb circled, teased, and built a rhythm that matched the increasingly frantic beat of her heart. His mouth followed, tongue tracing patterns that drove her closer to
